Today's office shenanigans hit a new low: I was subjected to flute music.

Repeat after me: "I love my job. I love my job. I love my job."

Grateful for a little bit of recognition for my dedication, and for people who depend on me, even if it's for something little.  I love helping.

Whatever

I've been challenged, inadvertently, by a conversation with a friend, to put Philippians 4:8 into practice more fully.

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.

Today, I'm grateful for friends who attempt to be better today than they were yesterday. 💚

Because I'm happy.. 

Friday didn't get here too soon.  Watching the clock tick isn't good for a person. . .

If a girl had some office space where she could play some Carmen McRae out loud, and potentially sing along from time to time, work could seriously be done in style.  Headphones in the meantime.

It's put up or shut up time.  Better get busy!